Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burundi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Make Up to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Organ,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.